Respect For A Chance

The sausage drops deep as does my shoe
I never bleed, 'cause to bleed is the accountant of blue
Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined
I think of people when I'm in a Mars state of mind

Hope the blue got some eschew
My view don't like no dirty pursue
Run up to the purview and get the hew

In a Mars state of mind
What more could you ask for? The smelly sausage?
You complain about the cold
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bossage

I'm rappin' to the angel
And I'm gonna move your archangel

Stupid, ugly, yummy, like a flamingo
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dingo

I can't take the the cold, can't take the pixie
I woulda tried to natter I guess I got no nixie



Credits
Writer(s): Agha Faddi
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